A day ago
friend played with me;
now she fell asleep
Not waking again
what made her died?
I was a great help
now she is dead;
I am a loner
Confirming,Confirming
died of depression;
Oh what a shock!
goose bumps around my skin
she wrote a letter;
“Dear Princess,
you are a great help!;
but my parents hurt me
A source of darkness;
but you were a source of joy
They killed my dream;
my dream of becoming a writer
They tore my manuscript;
not enough burn it
but we kept writing together;
I could not help again;
but to kill myself
I am sorry Princess;
I have to leave
I know you a loner;
but make your pen and paper
a pen and paper your best friend
Love you Princess
From your beloved friend”